“What?” said Ron, looking horror-struck.
“Dress robes!” repeated Mrs. Weasley. “It says on your school list that you’re supposed to have dress robes this year. . . robes for formal occasions.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” said Ron in disbelief. “I’m not wearing that, no way.”
“Everyone wears them, Ron!” said Mrs. Weasley crossly. “They’re all like that! Your father’s got some for smart parties!”
“I’ll go starkers before I put that on,” said Ron stubbornly.
“Don’t be so silly,” said Mrs. Weasley. “You’ve got to have dress robes, they’re on your list! I got some for Harry too. . . show him, Harry… .”
In some trepidation, Harry opened the last parcel on his camp bed. It wasn’t as bad as he had expected, however; his dress robes didn’t have any lace on them at all – in fact, they were more or less the same as his school ones, except that they were bottle green instead of black.
“I thought they’d bring out the color of your eyes, dear,” said Mrs. Weasley fondly.
“Well, they’re okay!” said Ron angrily, looking at Harry’s robes. “Why couldn’t I have some like that?”
“Because. . . well, I had to get yours secondhand, and there wasn’t a lot of choice!” said Mrs. Weasley, flushing.
Harry looked away. He would willingly have split all the money in his Gringotts vault with the Weasleys, but he knew they would never take it.
“I’m never wearing them,” Ron was saying stubbornly. “Never.”
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